Time

the time. Fast, slow, infinite, rich, sterile, the time with which every day we confront each other. here's how I'd describe this quarantine I've been in for over a month. Scanned and lived.

In early March came the first warnings of road closures, here in the north began before in the rest of Italy, traffic blockage, activities and already the tension began to be felt. I don't know when I would see the people I love, my family away, I don't know when I could resume my normal activities, work, photography, projects, everyday life.

The cases in China had already made me think a lot and seeing those images of people completely upset in a new way of life made me think. The fear, the discomfort, the new perception of distances have given rise to this project in me.

And time was the one that accompanied me, spurred and even challenged during photo shoots. I managed to do a part of the shots, then the impossibility of going out stopped me but also gave me a great opportunity: Living time with completely different rhythms than we are used to. I started breathing the time.